Home visit April 2024
- siladan010
- Apr 30, 2024
- 1 min read
Home the foreign land
The heart is calling for love and peace.
Calling to see the faces of my parents
The chest is heavy as I miss them, the land, the trees
I'm here now
But my Home is at home
The anxiety of being far is fueling the speed
Of the time passing. They are older now.
Foreign is the land, foreign is my land
The loved ones are far .My heart is split
The life is bleeding out. The end is coming closer
My death should be my healing
